Chapter 33: A Little Treat for My Dear Readers

Paranoica sobre Ela Um sonho de osso em uma noite 1332 words 2026-08-04 06:57:43

After searching for nearly an hour, nothing was found.

It wasn't until the ball was drawing to a close that a woman’s voice reached Ming Zilu’s ears: "Ming Zilu’s fiancé looks so gentle and refined; he doesn't suit her at all. I wonder how he ever took a liking to her."

Although the voice was quiet, Ming Zilu heard it perfectly clearly. She pushed through the crowd...

One must know that the Black Rose is a ruthless assassin; no one who has received her invitation has ever been spared.

"Maibao, let’s go downstairs to see Uncle off!" Mai Zi picked up her son and walked out the door with Xu Hongyi.

However, Li Yunmu did not move, nor did he answer City Lord Xiao, which only made the City Lord grow more anxious.

The matters on Earth had clearly already been settled; why, then, did Li Yunmu refuse to let go?

It was impossible not to hear it now. An Ruo finally lifted her gaze to look at Tang Wei, seeing her sit back down and appear slightly more composed.

The elven undead he had eliminated could be recreated entirely; if he were to craft an epic-tier undead archer, it would surely be a master marksman. Furthermore, using undead firelocks instead of bows and arrows would grant a range and velocity that human magical muskets could never hope to match.

"It’s hardly a plan, but if you want to leave the city now, there are only two paths: either obtain an official seal from the authorities or force the city gates open," Guo Jia said, looking at the group with a smile.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A series of explosions reduced the row of transport tankers to smithereens. Dragons of fire swirled and danced in the air, frantically spitting tongues of flame, while the roiling black smoke signaled the terrifying power of the blast.

Unbeknownst to them, they were nearing the end of their journey. An Ruo looked at the remaining few dozen meters of road, thinking it was about time for things to conclude, and turned her gaze back to Lu Ling.

"Join my combat sequence; that is an order." Baron Pullman spoke, activating the information within the badge. The robot scanned it, and sure enough, the opponent possessed the authority to forcibly conscript it.

Qin Yuan shuddered upon hearing this. His first reaction was that these people were lying to him. If they were from Guanglin Prefecture, how could they have kidnapped Liu Xuan?

At this moment, his robes were half-open, revealing a blood-soaked shoulder as he sat propped against the pillows on the bed.

Su Bei was somewhat surprised; the muscular youth had already used more than three types of martial arts, while he himself possessed only the Three Soul Seal.

Through the thin gauze curtain, one could vaguely make out a man in white sitting in the next room. However, he was facing away, so Shen Yunchu could not see his face; from his silhouette alone, he did indeed look somewhat familiar.

"Thunderclap Fist!" He Changyu closed in for another attack. Pao Pao wore a solemn expression, his shield armor coalescing once more to collide with He Changyu.

One diamond ring, one diamond necklace, a set of imported cosmetics, and half a bottle each of Vitamin B and Vitamin C.

Having exited the Empress Dowager’s palace, the journey was peaceful, and the anxiety in Eunuch Wei’s heart gradually dissipated.

Teacher Liu could not help but grow worried. Su Bei looked back and smiled, then, amidst the nervous gazes of everyone present, he took a step forward and vanished into the blue glow of the secret realm.

As the road grew narrower and the cars around them fewer, Wang Ting’s heart began to fill with mounting dread.

Feeling a sense of relief, Yi Chuan looked at the few superficial wounds on his body, finding the scene he had just witnessed too incredible to believe. He looked again at the spiral marks etched into the trees.

The window curtains fluttered in the night breeze. With the window wide open, the bare-branched silk tree stood shrouded in moonlight, looking incomparably desolate.

Although Mother Hong could not speak Mandarin, she understood it. She understood what Ye Jincheng said, but Hong Jie was irreplaceable in her heart—forever and always.

Like a gale sweeping across the land, or thunder racing through the sky, Xu Qiqin’s words stirred ripples in Wang Chong’s mind. Like a beacon lighting up the darkness, they quickly unraveled the chaotic situation before him, revealing a series of clear clues.